On the wedding night, Luca had my luggage sent to the east wing suite.
His room was at the other end of the corridor.
"The family will be watching this place," I said.
"Let them."
"They'll question our relationship."
Luca placed a document on the table.
"I'm more concerned about whether you'll sleep without worrying tonight."
It was a divorce agreement, already signed by him.
Once the alliance between our families became stable, I could sign it and leave.
"You're not worried that I'll sign it now?"
"I am."
He didn't try to deny it.
"But I promised you I would never use family interests as leverage."
*****
On the third day after the wedding, Dante filed an objection with the Russo Family Council.
He claimed that my family had taken advantage of my vulnerable state after the e
